Free spirit of the world who hath the fire,
With what bold mind do you strive to aspire?
To cast yoke off the oppressed Souls,
Whose dismay the righteous mind appeals,
Could I surmise thy beauty with a psalm,
Craft thy form with a Lover's palm,
I would entertain thee with a dram,
Encrypt a loving, gleeful telegram,
To amuse thy mind with mutual rapport,
Of coy messages in purest passion thought.

Could we begin the correspondence blessed?
Lately from Loves work I have digressed,
For being much encumbered by the dark,
Of shill who sent to **** my divine spark,
The devils wield their lacklustre lassoos,
To strangulate me, inflict suffering true,
To vanquish voice of mine, suppress it's truth,
Take away its power, force, forsooth,
But in thee I see redemption sure,
So with Psalms to thee I fast implore.

Ferry me to sweet and seismic shores,
Where music of the heart doth sweet uproar,
And waves of sheer delight kiss passions sands,
Feel the joy of flight while in thy hands,
On shores of heaven we would surely play,
Soothing, quelling, pacify dismay
Adding bright sweet spark to darkling day,
As demons, angels go upon their way,
On chariots, the angels, singing loud,
In a divine aura duly shroud.

Thou art a rainbow shine in spite of faith,
Art a sun blaze in spite of eyes embrace,
Its sure world good and good is surely true,
And world is more good for the life of you,
Thou art a beacon of hope and fertile joy,
Suffice to inspire rise and fall of troy,
War waged to capture beauty of the day,
Who doth inspire worship of the ray,
That emit soft sultry from your sun,
Blessed form through which God's fires run.

Soul of Universe, immortal creature,
Face adorned in soft enchanting features,
Unto you I faithful bestow bars,
Sing to you under the sprightly stars,
Walking on and on through space forever,
We'd see infinity of realms untouched by man's endeavour,
Spheres rotating for infinite hours,
Testifying to creations powers,
Borne aloft on wings golden, sublime,
We suppress, vanquish hell and transcend time.

Meditation hath betrayed to you,
Inspiration through which my mind flew,
No regret in which to struggle, rue,
As I enter golden sanctuary of you,
My heart turns to raw red from deadening blue,
For warmth of love the flowers plant there grew,
To truth which raptures us in throes I sing,
For luscious love, most cherish able of things,
I welcome the ascension that it brings,
And go racing round the earth with you in rings.

You are the truest rebel
Borne aloft on fluent wings
In arcane, bardic arts you dabble
Through medium of you all Creation sings
Sauntering to inner music
Guided by a soulful beat
A path of fire and passion
Spin out from ‘neath your feet
With arms akimbo to the sun
You fathom God and soar divine
Eternal life has just begun
O sweet, this path that doth unwind
With lyrics like impossible lassoos
Capturing and conjuring phantasms
That appear in the rift between magic and reality
That most mystical of cosmic chasms
You paint the world with fine fluent fire
Fixated on the hope that flies
Harping on your divine lyre
You serenade the sweet evangelists of sky

Twisted, tangled, platted scard, bark roots
growing up, aiming for the stars, from humble springtime shoot,
the beer bottle, chlorophyll conopy
framed the stars and hung on the sky for you and me to see
your mules lay sleeping, and my worn out boots,
20 toes on 4 feet stand casually aloof,
This half past, bed time, ink soaked, sultry night,
plots to **** our foot loose, fancy , child free, single lives, by night
a citrus soaked, aromatic breeze
makes music on its way as it mingles with the leaves that dress the trees
A barn owl holidays inside a hole
who is he to twit twoo or even hoot to us to go
the river oozes easy to the sea
Opal blue twists and turns corners into aqua green
Whip crack lightning lassoos across the sky
a prophet for a thunder storm at war near by
come morning has broke its going to break my heart
to lose this poetry, this painting this supernatural dark

Twisted, tangled, platted scard, bark roots
growing up, aiming for the stars, from humble springtime shoot,
the beer bottle, chlorophyll conopy
framed the stars and hung on the sky for you and me to see
your mules lay sleeping, and my worn out boots,
20 toes on 4 feet stand casually aloof,
This half past, bed time, ink soaked, sultry night,
plots to **** our foot loose, fancy , child free, single lives, by night
a citrus soaked, aromatic breeze
makes music on its way as it mingles with the leaves that dress the trees
A barn owl holidays inside a hole
who is he to twit twoo or even hoot to us to go
the river oozes easy to the sea
Opal blue twists and turns corners into aqua green
Whip crack lightning lassoos across the sky
a prophet for a thunder storm at war near by
come morning has broke its going to break my heart
to lose this poetry, this painting this supernatural dark